re: Is hazing in the military common?

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Navy guy crying in training - SKIP to 2:35 in video

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That dude was not Navy

This wasn't a hazing incident or even corrective action but man it was funny more than anything and I was tempted to do some corrective action. Although I am sure I would have gotten my arse kicked out immediately if I did anything.

I was providing medical coverage for a company sized element of new cadets who were doing their version of "bct" at USMA it was at the m16 range to group and zero.

Anyways the cadet "xo" told me that one of the new cadets was sweating profusely. However this new cadet and his battle buddy walked up to me. the kid was walking but was freaking out bc he couldn't see due to the amount of sweat that entered his eyes. He was more blind than ray Charles and was crying.

What made this even funnier was that these cadets would see the medics for anything and every time the cadets that were juniors and seniors would have to call it up over the radio to their "toc". When I heard that shite over the radio I was fuming.

What was even worse was that neither the kid who was blinded by the copious amounts of lethal sweat nor his battle buddy knew what to do.

Everytime someone asks me about West Point I tell them that story.

I was unfortunately in a situation where I couldn't do shite really.

I also had a kid that reminded me of Vincent donofrio off of full metal jacket. I guess he didn't like the way I treated him and he quit on his second day at usma's bct

Did somebody say hazing pictures?!

Shellback ceremony... this was at 0 degrees/0 degrees - Emerald Shellback



That's me spraying wogs with a fire hose.



Boredom and duct tape...



This was one of my NUBs. He needed sigs on a qual card so I made him eat mayonnaise mixed with Copenhagen. He also agreed to drink a bottle of distilled vinegar if I would help him finish his diesel operator quals. A few minutes after he turned white as a sheet and started puking everywhere... but I did get him qualified.

ok what is a WOG. ( I'm army don't understand that squid talk)

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ok what is a WOG.

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Pollywog is someone that hasn't crossed the equator. His better is the trusty Shellback.

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Those damn yellow tags . I was the E Div DCPO for a bit and mother frickers would always use those flashlights in normal operations, or just to break those damn things to break them.

I probably replaced 2,000 in my 6 months in that role.

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I was DCPO on my second boat for 2 years. DC was so fricked up when I started but a couple of months later I had shite squared away and started a delegation program. I got a person from each division that maintained the DC equipment in their spaces. I just had to go behind them and check everything. But I know those yellow tags all too well.

Oh and as far as breaking those seals... if you got caught doing that on my boat, you were in deep shite. The only time you were allowed to touch DC gear was for drills or actual casualties, maintenance, or APPROVED training. That wasn't from me either... that went from COB to CO.

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I got a person from each division that maintained the DC equipment in their spaces.

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That would've been nice. ANYTHING electrical on the sub was our responsibility. Couldn't even get the Nav ETs to change light bulbs... had to be a nuclear trained electrician's mate changing the light bulbs

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Oh and as far as breaking those seals... if you got caught doing that on my boat, you were in deep shite. The only time you were allowed to touch DC gear was for drills or actual casualties, maintenance, or APPROVED training. That wasn't from me either... that went from COB to CO.

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Oh it was the same policy for us as well. Didn't stop people. Especially when we did almost 2 years in Norfolk Naval Shipyard. FML.

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lsucoonass

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As a fellow medic we have those idiot that we run into from time to time.

We had just come in from a mission (sadr city 2008) and it was a very rough 18 hours. we had been hit multiple times during the night and some people got hurt ( no KIA thank god). As im making the half treck back to the building we were staying in with all my gear in hand one of the guy from the platoon stops me and the conversation goes as follows....

HIM: hey doc can you take a look at this..
ME: what's wrong
HIM: I have this splinter in my finger ( and he shows it to me.
ME: What the f*ck do you want me to do about it?
HIM: You're the doc, its your job...

at this point Im considering ways to murder this bitch, but instead with out speaking I take his hand and put it on a near by table.
I then remove my knife and the look on his face was priceless. I then proceed to play the knife between the fingers game ( see bishop from aliens if you don't know what I'm talking about)

ME: I'm not your mother or your daddy. I'm not here to wipe your arse or fix your boo boos. but if you have a legit problem Ill be more than happy to help.

I stop... pick up my gear and Charlie MIKE.

he never spoke to me again.

You shoulda been a sub doc. Those mfers spent 18 hours a day in the rack. You'd literally go to his rack, wake him up, and say "Doc, I think I'm dying".

He'd say, "there's a bottle of 500mg Motrin in my office. Take two"

Then he'd roll over and go back to sleep.

This was doc's office on a 688. It's the 3 inch countermeasures space.

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there is no way that can fun on one of those

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Nah... the people make it fun. There was always something going on. Pranks galore... and port visits... and drinking... lots of drinking.